The phone rang once, I picked up breathlessly, he always knew when to call..."Babe, I'll be there in an hour...let's go for a nice dinner..."
I couldn't wait - dinner meant good food + fabulous sex...my favourite combination.
"But listen, afterwards I have to drop you right home - I need to sleep early tonight."
I frowned - was he really going to give up a chance of fucking me just for an extra hour's worth of sleep?! I made up my mind that I would drive him insane from the second he saw me...if he decided after all of that to still go home early then I was determined to send him home with a hard dick in his pants and a night of wet dreams awaiting him.
I rushed to finish writing my latest story for this site, which had already made me wet...and ran to get ready. "I'll show him!" I thought! I decided to forego the regular jeans and sweater outfit tonight. I pulled on my sheer thigh-high stockings with lace tops, slid on my snakeskin stilettos, and pulled on a short pleated cheerleader-ish denim skirt. He loves all these items separately, imagine them together! Ha! I pulled of my panties, and checked myself in the mirror...if I bent forward slightly then you could see the lace tops of my stockings, if I sat down it was even worse...God forbid if somebody brushed past me in this tiny restaurant - my whole pussy and ass would be on display! I would have to be careful - they were for his eyes only. I wanted to look desirable to him, but without looking like a total slut to everybody else...so I pulled on a demure, flimsy, cream-coloured cashmere poloneck...this would do fine...I looked sexy as hell but elegantly so!
I couldn't wait to show him. When the doorman called to say He was here I grabbed my Burberry trench and wrapped it tightly around me...I wanted to know how long it would take for Him to notice I was wearing stockings and a skirt.
As I got into his BMW, he glanced at me quickly and smiled. "Muah - I missed you so much baby!" He said giving me a kiss. "Yes, I missed you too," I replied with a hug. He looked adorably sexy in jeans and trainers, with his hair disheveled and his rectangular glasses on! "Too rich to care" is the right way to describe the look! We were on our way. He didn't notice straight-away...I suppose the car was dark...but before we reached the end of my block he slid his hand under my coat to my knee and said with a slight smile "oh...baby, what's this?"
"What, I can't wear a skirt for my man?" I asked him playfully. "Of course you can...don't give me that innocent look!" He loved it when I was a naughty girl. It gave him an excuse to spank me later.
He kept running his hand along my legs until we parked. Taking off his seatbelt he said "what else...?" as he slid his hand in between my thighs. "..no panties...like THAT baby huh?!" he said as he lightly grazed my lips and clit with his finger. I smiled coyly and said nothing, just stopped his hand from exploring further and opened my door. Sighing, he stepped out too, and we walked in.
We sat at the bar while we waited for a table - Oh No, barstools! There was no way I could even PERCH on these without showing my wares! I tried as best I could, sipping my Bailey's with one hand and keeping my coat around me with the other...He knew how self-conscious I felt and stood his large 6'4" frame in front of me so I felt better and was partially hidden! It also gave me the opportunity to glance at his large bulge...while my coat allowed him to stroke my inner thighs...finally we got to our table and I took off my coat! Everybody stared as I sat down - I had probably flashed a little of my stocking tops by mistake! I tried to be as nonchalant as I could. He managed to keep stroking my legs under the table, but neither of us could reach the parts we wanted to reach! He spied the couple at the corner table next to us leaving and quickly asked the waiter to move us! Wonderful! As soon as we slid over I felt his large hand spread my thighs and his index finger probe my pussy...he made it wet with my juices and then spread them up my slit, opening me up for him. "He's out to tease me back tonight!" I realized!
With a little smile, he shoved his finger deep into my hole, making me start! I couldn't moan, I couldn't complain, I couldn't do anything but gaze at him beseechingly to stop torturing me. I tried to grind my pussy back and forth on his finger but it was too obvious! He grinned, knowing he had me where he wanted me, and pulled his finger out, "Mmmm..." he said as he tasted my pussy on his finger. I wanted to throw everything off the table and spread myself for his pleasure.
I could feel my wetness seep though down my thighs and to my skirt. He sat back and enjoyed his Chivas and coke, winking at me. We barely talked during dinner, both enjoying the food, and especially the tension between us! When we got our main courses he slid his hand back through my thighs, and pushed 2 fingers into my pussy, he started moving them rapidly around, faster and faster, he KNEW this would make me come! But I couldn't because the waiter was right in front of us, waiting to grind pepper onto our pasta!
I shot Him a death-stare and removed his fingers. He looked at me and whispered "what...?" as he put one of his fingers to his mouth and inhaled my scent before sucking on it. He grabbed the back of my head and offered me the other wet finger, he loves seeing me taste myself on him! I licked it enough to satisfy him and then pulled out a pencil from my bag. The tabletop was covered with white paper laying over the linen...I started to write him a message:
"For dessert, I'd like to be bent over and fucked HARD...check one YES _ or NO _"
Reading it, he smiled and grabbed the pencil from me:
"HELL Yeah...but how hard?"